Gordita

I got to see Star Wars for the first time this weekend. Normally I'm not allowed to watch TV cause it will rot your brain. Daddy's brain must be like mush by now. Back to my story, daddy was flipping channels and saw that Spike TV was in the middle of a Star Wars marathon. Luke was chiding Han about being selfish and getting ready to take off in his X-wing. Daddy felt it would be OK for me to watch the last 15 minutes of the original Star Wars. I loved it. Star Wars is fantastic. I can't wait until I have a Star Wars marathon with Daddy. I think Mommy will spend that day shopping. That's a win-win. Since I loved it so much, Mommy got out the Star Wars onesie that Aunt Megan sent for me to wear. We might have to cut the sleeves off next time I wear it. My arms looked like black balloon animals.
I got the title for this post when Mommy took me to Costco today. I was wearing the outfit below and you might be able to tell that I haven't missed many a meal. One of the sample ladies noticed that as well and thinking that Mommy spoke fluent Espanol called me "gordita." How rude! I am at my ideal weight. ;o)-
I am tired of other people feeding me mushy food with that stupid tiny spoon. It has to stop! If you get that spoon within range again I will pry it from your cold, dead hand, if I must. I insist on feeding myself, preferably by the handful. I think I am a lefty, by the way.Who cares if my fine motor skills are woefully lacking and very little food makes it into my mouth? I think I look quite nice with peas smeared all over my body......and Kiwi..... and the wall. Kiwi is quite a fan when I eat banana pieces cause it's one for me, one for him, one for me, one for him and one for the floor.